New Boomerang

If recent reunions by Soundgarden and Faith No More haven’t dispelled the myth of permanent disbandment, announcements by Refused and At the Drive-In (made even more recently) should serve as the pry bar to future rock ‘n’ roll coffins.

Eddie

Wishing he had picked up a smoking habit at some point, his fingers fiddled the ivories of an ethereal piano while the caffeine hijacking ran its course.  The blank canvas, as it had for hours, stayed antagonistically white.  Nothing of an oil base would do, could sufficiently express the neon genius waiting to explode from his fingers.  Only pigments comprised of star dust and the blood of J.F.K. would aptly illustrate the brilliance soon to surface.

An image is all that delayed action.  An image, any fucking design at all with which to vandalize such a pretentious stretch of fabric.

The inside of his thumb, white and cracked, began to sting from the constant irritation of its index.  Fratricide at an extremital level, his hands would cannibalize each other if not put to work soon.  The individual canvas fibers, recently coated with gesso, ticked away at a silent timer.

So inspired yet so blind.

So inspired..

Finally, the Surface

After little over a five month block, significant progress was made on Cottonwood (formerly titled A Midwest Vacation) today.  For those of you who’ve experienced writer’s block, you know how satisfying it is to break it.  Advancements weren’t only made in word count.  Possibly my favorite character of the story was conceived today.  While conducting some research for young Jennifer Maas, I stumbled upon YouTube’s festive addition to their media streams:

Delightful, no?

Thanks to Batillus, Hull, and Fever Ray for serenading the day.

“With a good handshake, ever yours…”